Marvel anti-heroes starting with Tarot

(I haven’t finished writing yet, I’ll read it tomorrow...)

When the white-haired Ajie reached out and picked up the pistol, he felt as if he had grasped the pulse of fate, and his life was about to open a new chapter.

Raise your hand, aim, and pull the trigger.

Bah!

The bullet passed in front of the face of Chang Wei, who was sprinting forward, and shot into the side, leaving a black crater.

The shot missed, and the white-haired Ajie felt a little regretful. There were so many gangsters, but he didn't hit any of them. It seemed that his feeling just now was an illusion.

When it comes to shooting this pistol, he is still far behind and needs to be trained properly.

It's a pity that there is no such opportunity in Tarot, because firearms cannot be practiced just behind closed doors at home, they require an environment.

And modern troops are the best choice.

"After I go back, I wonder if I can ask the clan leader to help me contact a unit, preferably a special forces unit for training."

White-haired Ajie thought to himself.

Opposite me, Chang Wei was sweating on his forehead, much more than when he called Laifu.

Fortunately, he knew that now was not the time for internal strife, so he didn't say anything. He just shouted "Don't cause trouble" and then continued to invade the flock.

This also made the white-haired Ajie more determined to find opportunities to practice marksmanship while practicing martial arts.

This little interlude didn't last long, and the gangsters were soon brought down.

Following Xiao Zhao's instructions, Chang Wei came to a gangster who was lying on the ground and was still unconscious, and lifted him up.

"Which boss are you following? Can you contact me?"

This gangster is not the uncle Mo who sang hip-hop before, but a white man who looks a bit strong and a bit reckless.

Hearing Chang Wei's question, the man opened his hazy eyes and wanted to smear a mouthful of blood on the other person's face.

But before he started spraying, he was slapped by Chang Wei and pushed back. When he landed, he had obviously taken in more air and less out.

When he was almost accidentally injured by the white-haired Ajie, Chang Wei's anger was aroused, and the expression on his face was even more fierce than when he hit Laifu.

Withdrawing his hand, he lifted a person's body again.

"Tell me, who is the boss you are following? Can you contact him?"

This man was obviously much more cowardly than the one before. When he was lifted up, his whole body was shaking.

"I...our boss..."

As he talked about this, he actually started crying. They were just unscrupulous little gangsters. There was no boss.

If anything, the one who was slapped away by Chang Wei just now should be considered the boss of them all.

Chang Wei looked back at the white man who had run out of energy. The ferocity on his face disappeared instantly, leaving only embarrassment.

"Sister Haitang, I..."

Xiao Zhao shook his head, "It's okay. It's normal to have a bad start. Just don't be so reckless next time. Let's go, let's continue."

Soon the four of them left the alley, leaving only a dozen gangsters lingering on the ground.

That night, all the street forces in Hell's Kitchen were swept away, but no one knew who did it.

Because the people I had seen were either dead or disabled, and the remaining ones didn’t want to talk. They just wanted to go back to the countryside, work on the land in peace, and never come out to fool around again.

However, Xiao Zhao and the others, who had never seen the dragon, finally found the person they were looking for in the middle of the night.

The leaders of the Hell's Kitchen gang, the Lankhoff brothers.